"Ow! Damn it!" Naruto yelled, stuffing his bleeding thumb into his mouth.
"What did you do now, dobe?"

"I stabbed myself, you bastard!"

"…With a paperclip?"

Sasuke was getting a headache. Not only was he stuck working with the dobe, but apparently Naruto had decided to be extra stupid today. This was at least the third wound he'd had to deal with: first, Naruto had run straight into the door; second, he'd managed to smack his head on the metal doorknob (how, Sasuke would never know; it was at least a foot and a half below Naruto's head-height); and now he'd managed to stab himself with a paperclip.

Sasuke glanced over at Naruto, who was inspecting his thumb to see if it was still bleeding.

"Are you okay?" he asked almost inaudibly; he didn't want to sound as if it mattered, but he didn't want to have to finish their project on his own just because Naruto was stupid.

"I'll be fine in a minute," Naruto mumbled. He reached down and picked up the now-bloody paper clip, then pressed it to his lips gently. "It's not very nice to hurt people like that, you know," he told it in a whisper.

Sasuke stared. "What the hell are you doing, dobe?"

"When you get hurt, you're supposed to kiss it better, right?" Naruto retorted. "That's all I was doing; you don't have to sound like it's the stupidest thing you've ever seen."

"It's definitely not the stupidest thing I've ever seen," Sasuke replied sardonically, "but it's pretty damn close. Even a dobe like you should know that a) you're supposed to have someone else do the kissing; and b) you're supposed to kiss the injury, not the thing that hurt you."

"You know, Sasuke-bastard?" Naruto started, taking a step towards Sasuke. "I don't give a fuck what you think! But stop – calling – me – a – dobe!"

With that, he reached out, grabbed a handful of Sasuke's hair, pulled him closer, and crushed their lips together. Sasuke's eyes widened in shock and he put his hands gently on Naruto's shoulders.

"Get the hell off me!" he cried, shoving the smaller boy away roughly. He wiped his mouth off on his sleeve and gave his best death-glare. "What the hell was that for?"

"It's not very nice to hurt people like that, you know," Naruto spat. "It's not very nice at all."

Sasuke's glare softened and for a moment, he looked almost apologetic. When he spoke, however, his voice was indifferent:

"We need to get this done with, dobe. Quit feeling sorry for yourself and get back to work."

Author's Note! It's short, I know, but it's the best I could come up with. Just a one-shot, because I don't think I'm competent enough to continue it. I mean, I came up with the premise in Sam's Club (and ran around for about twenty minutes trying to find a pen so I could write it down) for Conor's sake!

I dunno. Tell me what you think, please?